Post by Santa Ajora on Aug 15, 2018 21:53:41 GMT -5
Training for CTP
Santa was dripping. As always of course, but this was not the massacre scene that she was usually responsible for. Rather, she had taken refuge in the world of the living, that deer's skull, horns and all, slowly rising as she took a moment to figure out where she was. She'd choked. She'd had those damn shinigami in her claws and she had CHOKED! Even as she was waking up, that slow, shaky rage boiled up from her insides, rising up onto her hooves as those glowing yellow eyes darted around in the sockets, rapidly sweeping, as if searching for something to vent her frustrations upon. To let out this fury!
Her attention fell upon a hapless human. The man was simply making his way home, a bundle of chocolates under arm when Santa suddenly was upon him. The massive cervaur rasped angrily, those eyes narrowed into vicious slits as she reached outy and grabbed him by the throat, the man letting out a bubbling gasp, clutching at his own neck as he was lifted bodily into the air as her savage strength slowly began to crush his windpipe, even snapping some of the bones in his neck as his own red blood began to patter onto the already-disgusting ground, filthed up by the refuse and slime that sloughed from her body at every waking moment.
Above all else, even despite the feeble kicking, the swatting, the attempt at this little human to defy her. What she hated..HATED....HAHTEHD the most, was the look of revulsion on his face. She felt her form tremble for only an instant before she screamed. "GhhrrrrrraaahaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" With a vicious SLAM she scraped the man's face down the side of the nearest brick wall, the loud scraping slither of his face, flesh, muscle, and eventually bit of his skull being shorn off from the mad strength with which she scraped his body until it slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch. She heaved, her body continuing to shake angrily as her tail snaked out and a big, toothy mouth opened up at it's end, chomping into the corpse as she stared at the bloody smear on the wall.
She stared so very hatefully, and once the man's soul was gone, consumed, she STOMPED one of her hooves onto the physical corpse itself, shaking still as she turned and began to walk away, down the street and off toward what she hoped were some metaphorically greener pastures, her shoulders hunched forward as if to shield herself from her surroundings. She had failed. Failed...FailedfailedfailedFAILED! She hadn't even been injured too badly! She CURSED the shinigami she had fought. ESPECIALLY that damned Captain. She hadn't even felt much threat from the woman, but she had somehow LOST! What had even happened? She didn't know, one moment she was getting rid of that silly flame, and the next she was burning.
That didn't matter now... no not at all. She was far more interested in getting her revenge. A slow, twisted grin cracked across her lips behind her mask as a soft, tainted giggle bubbled out along with that froth of black blood and flesh from the opening her mask had. That giggle slowly built into a full, loud laugh, cackling to herself as she reveled in a realization. She was still ALIVE! Her memory was fuzzy, she didn't quite recall how she had ever gotten out of that wreched place. But that wasn't important. Right now, she needed to start feeding again. And as if to answer her prayers, she saw a fluff of smoke not far from her, a single human appearing before her.
Her eyes swept, locking onto them as they raised up what looked like....a sphere? It was red and white, and somehow it seemed sortof...cartoonish? There was a crackle and a sudden BURST of light as so very suggenly, she found herself faced with a rather large lizard. The spiritual pressure that came off of them immediately made her tense, temporarily forgetting her worries. Survival.....that ever-present instinct, that which drove her to hunt, to consume, to FEED. Even as that lizard suddenly opened it's mouth, electricity crackling in it's maw, she was spurned into action. From the viscera at her feet, a hand suddenly snapped up. A skeletal arm with only bare trappings of muscle attatched to it, holding a weapon. A Gun made of flesh, bone, and ligaments.
There was a loud KRAK as the weapon discharged, and in that fraction of a moment, that beast gurgled, suddenly veering it's head back as she fired two more rounds, those slivers of bone fired into the beast's throat. All at once that bount suddenly flashed past it's doll, roaring as it drew a blade out into the open. That weapon slashed in and she raised her arm, catching the blade easily and then flexing, SHOVING down. The human was caught off ground, the knees buckling for a moment before one of her hooves rose into the air and STOMPED. There was a crackling noise as the bount's shoulder was promptly broken, not only from the pressure she placed on the sword, but the hoof that went crashing through it and sinking into it's chest cavity.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted the lizard charging in from the side. And she buckled, skidding along the ground, throwing the bount away from her as she turned her full attention to the beast before her. Her eyes narrowed, hissing out as her tail LASHED out, whipping that beast across it's legs, slashign into the bare flesh as another set of arms emerged from her belly, the sloughing flesh practically having hidden them as they pushed out, pushing the muzzles of two more fleshy guns into it's belly before she began firing. The beast let out several gurgles, it's body suddenly letting out a loud KRACHAK! as electricity burst from it's body, surging thrugh her form and causing her to stagger! She was stunned, momentarily paralyzed by that sudden discharge before she collapsed back from it, allowing the doll to collapse to the ground, bleeding out and gurgling as a frosh of air bubbles and blood spilled ontot he ground below.
Santa panted and slowly rose up, getting up from the ground as she narrowed her eyes at the pair. That had been...unpleasant. She thought that that would be a bit more prepared. But strangely, there seemed to be something oddly strong here. It was then that she took just a moment, sensing her surroundings and drinking in a slow, deep breath as she sensed.....a familiar reiatsu. This Bount hadn't been just out randomly....she smelled......Shinigami. Those eyes snapped back open. she trembled for just a moment. She was anxious for half a second.....her body twitching before she could feel them moving closer...
Kill.
The shinigami attempted a preemptive strike. Six bars of reiatsu slamming into her waist, locking her main body in place, cast from the darkness where she sensed those shinigami from afar. Those eyes narrowed for half a moment, her head slowly tilting to the side, resisting the spell as suddenly another shinigami appeared from nowhere. Suddenly shunpoing before her with it's sword raised. She sneered up at him, hatred seething from her as those six bars suddenly cracked, and she saw a look of absolute shock on the shinigami's face. She shoved her head to the side as that blade sank into her shoulder, wincing as that blade cleaved through several of her bones, but mostly mitigated by the flesh growing from her body, bone plates shoving that blade out of her fleshy form before those six bars finally shattered.
In those few instants, time slowing down, she saw the look of shock on the shinigami even as she lunged, her right arm sliding up, lunging for his throat as a needle of bone emerged from the center of her palm. The man's eyes widened, panick in his eyes, a panic she loved so very much. That hand CLAMPED onto his throat, even as he screamed soemthing out and flailed, arms and legs trying desperately to free themselves. She couldn't even properly hear it, but that blade suddenly grew into a long, spear, flames licking along it's length weakly. But of course it was too little too late.
The shinigami was flailling, even as flames tumbled from that blade onto her sloughing shoulder, catching nothing but the flesh that was already rolling off of her bones as the wielder slowly went limp. she TWISTED and snapped the shinigami's head clean off, a loud RKRKRKRKRKRKRKK sounding as the ribs snapped, the spine being torn out of the torso. The force had somewhat crushed the head, but she was still so very satisfied. She almost completely forgot the other shinigami that had been present, instead opening her mouth and slowly sliding that head and spine down her throat, chewing with a slow, messy crunch~
Before she knew it, a blade blossomed from her navel. Her brows lifted. That blade having narrowly missed her spine, adn thus the only bone in it's path. This shinigami was just so very unlucky. She reached down and gripped the blade as it suddenly widened, a massive greatsword suddenly in her gut, pressing to some of her spine, but not actually biting into it. TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT! She immediately let another arm burst from her shoulderblade, a set of eyes along the deltoid, locking onto the shinigami behind her as she grabbed their shocked face and clenched. There was a muffled stammer as he struggled, as flesh gushed into his mouth as it sloughed off from her hand. Little clawed fingers slithering down his neck and began ripping into the inside of his throat.
But of course, she was not here to enjoy herself.A blade burst from one of her normal arms, and she slashed horizontally, and the shinigami's legs and waist dropped to the ground, soon followed by his upper body as she relased him, still vonculsing on the ground as her eyes came to slowly narrow. That tailmaw opening up once again as it slithered down to begin swallowing up her prey as she slowly looked down at herself. She was hurt. Not horribly, but she was not in the best of shapes. She let out a low, gurgling grunt and spat out several thick gouts of flesh from her mask, a few lumps of the shinigami, namely their uniforms and bits of their broken zanpaku'to. Ugh.
"Dusgusting..." she murmured to herself, rolling her shoulders for a moment as she took another moment to look around. She wasn't used to this, having to not be able to rely on her garden. But she did sense soemthing else nearby. A human? Strange. With the most recent meals, she paused, her anger having simmered with the gruesome murders of both shinigami. She was calmer, more rational. And so she called out, rather than hunting down and killing. She was.....clear. "You can come out now. I've calmed down." That voice echoed out, numerous fleshy mouths on the ground around her speaking up in chorus with her own raspy voice, adding volume and distance to her words.
She was curious now. Clearly the shinigami had been hunting this bount, what other reason would there be for such proximity? They were all dead, but where did that leave this third party? Had they been stalking the shinigami while they had been hunting the bount? She was, perhaps, latching onto this little mystery. The memory of her recent foiling perhaps a bit too sore. As much as she wanted to march right back into sereitei, she couldn't. Arantima, Val? Both of them were out. Potentially dead. Her way into soul society again was barred, and she was robbed of the chance to begin her revenge anew. She needed to rebuild. And for that, perhaps, other hollows were not the answer.
She would never go to the arrancar. FUCK that. She was not going to go groveling to the pets of shinigami. But perhaps there might be other more sympathetic races to her cause. She smiled slowly behind her mask, and felt a renewed resolve within her. This could work out quite to her advantage. But she would need to be careful, swo very very careful. Restraint would be the name of the game. To say the very least. But if she managed to pull it off? Then she may very well get her revenge and then some. All she needed was time. It had served her well once before. It could serve her just as well once again~
1 class 2 Bount consumed
2 class 5 Shinigami consumed